alfie lee writing



And so it is
we are born. With
each minute
birthing on the mantle

of our cores. Magma
boiling from your
spread seafloor. Time
and faults, transform,

thicken, accrete and halt,
collide, subduct, quaking
waves, standing
mountains, spewing hot.

Radiate new, near
and far, from this whorl
in all senses centered
where you are.

We are renewed thus and
are of earth,
as violent and driven
as the forces of love.


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